Hidden
by Carmen H Gray
A reorganization of self
Parts decomposed and restructured
Labor looking like absolute idleness
While in quiet solitude
Cells extoling canticles
Of radical change
Realizations yet unrealized
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Monarca Rising
“If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.” ― Anaïs Nin
